The soft petal unfolds,
The silky shine raptures,
The colourful throw captures,
The eyes of those who behold.
The fragrance invariably spreads,
The charm slowly entices,
The sweetness quickly enriches,
All delicious threads.
Its span of life is short,
Its memory is long,
The experience got is lifelong,
Lingering always in thought.
The little flowers beautifully invigorate
Their loveliness endlessly entrances
So does the child’s delicate stance
Induces a melody elaborate.
The little ones sharp crying,.
Its delicious lisping sounds,
Its toothless smiles bounds,
All to a warm coaxing.
The child’s delightful odour fills up,
Its interrupted cries trigger lowly
Its tiny eyes flicker slowly,
Extolling a pleasure high up.
Holding the child to the bosom,
Delivers a feeling infectious,
Renders an unexplainable bliss religious,
Akin to that of espying a flower blossom.
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